In times of sadness, when we feel so low,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I share with you a spoken word to help us grow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When grief overwhelms, weighing on our chest,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Let these words provide comfort, a gentle rest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grief, an unwelcome visitor, knocks at our door,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A storm that shakes us, hurting to our core.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We stumble in the darkness, lost and confused,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wondering why this pain has been infused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Losing a loved one leaves a deep void,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A wound that seems impossible to avoid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tears flow freely, emotions run high,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As we question and wonder, asking “Why?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But in the midst of darkness, a glimmer of light,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A path to healing, slowly coming into sight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grief, though painful, shows us how we cared,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A reminder of the love we once shared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So let’s embrace our pain, acknowledge our sorrow,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Knowing healing takes time, it won’t come by tomorrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the silence of grief, let our voices be heard,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Expressing our emotions, sharing every word.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gather the pieces of cherished memories past,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Weaving them together, creating memories to last.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sharing the stories of those we hold dear,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Their spirit lives on, even when they’re not here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grief, a journey different for everyone’s heart,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A process we can’t rush or quickly restart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But as we navigate this painful terrain,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We find strength within us, to heal and regain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So let’s support one another, hand in hand,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Finding solace together, a compassionate band.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Creating a sanctuary where love can be found,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Supporting each other, in grief’s healing ground.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
May we find comfort in our shared community,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Shouldering each other’s burdens with unity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As we emerge from grief’s darkest night,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We’ll find resilience, bathed in newfound light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So let these words be a soothing balm for your soul,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Reminding you that healing will make you whole.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the face of grief, we’ll rise and transcend,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For love extends even through loss, my friend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For in times of sadness, when our hearts ache,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Let these simple words guide us and awake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Through healing, acceptance, and finding relief,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We navigate our grief, finding solace and belief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By Walking Shadow Poetry Kenya.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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